Disordered lies
Confused with truth
Fallacies die
Giving way to false proof
Remembering knowledge
Seems infeasible a task
Wearing these facades
Like shattered masks
To see the truth
Means nothing now
That truth and fallacy intertwine
To feel the right
Is irrelevant
With feelings undefined
To know these truths
Is to know that you know nothing
And in this enlightenment
Deprived of order
An ascension is merely possible
Anarchistic as it may be.